Sudipta Biswas Poems
|1.||Face Of My Departed Lover||1/20/2012|
|3.||Into Another Galaxy||1/20/2012|
|5.||I Remember You||1/20/2012|
|6.||The Marching Forward||7/30/2013|
|9.||Insult Of A Diver||8/30/2013|
|10.||Nature And I||11/21/2013|
|14.||Problems And Opportunities....||1/19/2014|
|16.||Voice Of Stras||8/5/2013|
|18.||The Last Call||8/16/2013|
|19.||O Bird… Come Bird...||8/5/2013|
|20.||A Holy Tradition||7/18/2013|
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On the riverbank, there are half burnt
Firewood, an old pillow, a tattered quilt
And a broken terracotta pot
All spread out all over the place.
Four bamboo sticks are at four corners,
Still burning with smoke.
The water from the river flows and it washes
All the charred firewood left,
And it soaks the torn quilt and pillows.
Only, the body is not there.
Those who watched the cremation
— Have also left.
So, the wind starts to blow
In the dark of the night
Crying for the deceased.
Into Another Galaxy
My entire poetry went away…
Even after a whole hearted try
I can't write a poem of love.
But, one day I was a lover!
Jointly, we have counted stars night after night
Spend afternoon with panipuri and potato-chips
We have counted ripples of river from the bank
Day after day, I was absent from my office